The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The house stood at the edge of the cliff like a broken tooth. It was white once. Now the plaster flaked in gray scales, revealing the dark brick beneath. The wind did not blow here. It screamed. It tore at the shutters, which hung by single hinges, slapping against the siding with a wet, rhythmic thud. Elara walked toward it. Her boots were caked in mud. The mud was black and slick, drawn from...

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